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When to Hang Up Your Boots: A Reflection

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My next door neighbour recently asked me when I’d hang my boots, that is, wave goodbye to the game and perhaps consider settling down with a beautiful bird I love, as over the years, he’s met a number of birds coming and going into my house and life. 

The question struck me deeply, but having been under the influence of at least two criminalised substances, I gave him a banal excuse. 

Later, I gave the question some keen thought and came to two conclusions for his question—I’d retire if:

  1. At least two women fought for me in the stairwells, in a chaotic drama that would hopefully include the pulling of hair, the exchange of slurs, and the eventual intervention of professional security personnel. 
  2. One of my lovers keyed my gorgeous Adhis for any reason whatsoever.

I then reflected on these conclusions and wondered why I’d settle on such narcissistic outcomes. 

After much rumination, I found that the two wantings were because in my pursuits of fleshly indulgence, the dramatic, vicious gal is the type that I hadn’t yet encountered. For some reason, I haven’t attracted this type of woman. 

I suppose, after all the soft girls and safe flings, what I’ve never truly experienced is the full-on, histrionic madness; the woman whose love is like a turbulent storm. I crave that final boss. 

As someone committed to the game, I considered my wantings noble.

Be a darling and share this:

King

King is a mad writer on the loose. He is suspected to have lost his mind a few years after he was born. Since then, he has been writing his mind almost everywhere he can put his pen on. Someone – a government, a state, a police force, a parent, a teacher, a rabbi, a president, a sacco, a doctor, a deranged ex, a church, a therapist, or anyone with a bit of power bestowed upon them – should reprimand him and help him.

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